LFW Day Five and barely posting stuff from the first day, I’ve clearly been blogging for just a very short while, I think today’s my third day (cough not over a year cough), and do not know how this all works…! OK fine I have no excuse, give me the cone hat I’ll go sit on a stool.

I’ve had to steal some photos off of fellow bloggers because I forgot what kind of blog I run and came home emptyhanded… thank you Jackie and Jennifer!

Somehow I’ve managed to spin back into the damned routine that I remember banishing out of my system at the end of my second year, where work of all sorts mutate into triple-eyed beasts that follow me into my dreams and knock down perfectly fine potted plants from my ledge of sanity. This routine that involves taking in webdesign jobs on top of schoolwork and existing unfinished jobs. I line them up perfectly time-wise which is probably why they tumble like dominos when one goes wrong. So I had a breakdown, I confess, but thankfully snapped out of it seeing that the work wasn’t going to do on its own. And here I am, worried about whether my concept for a school project will tickle the tutor’s fancy, yet there are more and more bodies (and survivors! thank God) being pulled out under rubbles in Haiti. Gotta be ashamed of myself. Thank you God for allowing me have a frickin higher education and a job as a candy bonus, and I’m so sorry.

So it looks like I need to pin a spare Compact Flash also to my panties (alongside phone and oyster card) for situations like today when I ran around town from morning till evening with a camera that weighs as much as a bag of flour and then find the memory card slot empty. I carry my camera everywhere, this should not happen, it’s like putting on your makeup but not having washed your face, WHAT IS THE POINT.
So I bought myself two single use cameras (2-for-1 deal, schweet) from Boots which reminded me of what taking pictures in 1998 was like: 27 precious frames of irreversible light engravements (sometimes 36!), the persistent baffle whether this light setting needs the flash or not…* I do love film photography, but single-use cameras are a whole other species that are like cockroaches that will never go extinct, they’re always there somewhere, lurking with confusing viewfinders and mediocre flash.

The other day I had to wait 2 hours in the bitter cold for my darling boyfriend, ok fine it was of my own choosing but don’t we blame the boyfriend for everything. SoI wandered from school onto Oxford street and then into Carnaby street – seeing that I was on a shopping ban I don’t know why I chose to take the shopping route when I could’ve let it all swish by above my head by getting into the tube… but I had 2 hours to burn, you see. I was actually looking for the Borderson Oxford Street to get a book to read, but found disappointingly in its place, Next - Men’s Women’s & Children’s Fashion, which if I remember correctly has another branch just 150m down the road. So I proceeded into Carnaby street in search for a bookstore or anything really that doesn’t involve useless shopping, and had to come to a conclusion that Oxford Street & Carnaby Street is by far the most brainless areas ever.

Then it was starting to get colder (why am I rambling?) so I decided to ditch the books and picked a warm looking shop (I can’t explain what a warm-looking-shop is but they generally have sofas… and shoes…) and arbitrarily walked into a particularly colourful store. Now, no offence, but I personally do not like the brand image of Irregular Choice, and most of the times their shoes seem like they’re on crack but at that moment it ticked the sofa +shoes = warmth boxes, so heck yeahhh. There I met these pair, these ACNE Atacoma-esque, even Balenciaga-esque (just to offend someone) wedges but a FUN version. What can I say, my irregular choice of store in my pursuit of warmth got me to my new favourite shoes.

No, I don’t have a violin or a flute or a recorder and a coin case in my bag. (A certain someone claimed that I look like a troubled musician…) I do have a cello in there, you just don’t know it because I haven’t whipped it out yet to show off my übercool cello scrubbing skills.